I do not know how to point out the pain I have in me, but that does not mean the pain is not there. Just because I remain quiet about some certain things, it does not mean I am fine with it, it does not mean it does not exist.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you’re drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.

In life we do things. Some, we wish we had never done, and some, we wish we could replay a million times. But they all make us who we are and in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reverse them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today.